Saturday, February 26, 2011

Once...in Alaska.

The very first time I went to Alaska, I went on the hope that I would grow as a person and meet new people.  I hopped on the plane, only my 3rd or 4th time being on one, and flew to the Land of the Midnight Sun.  I trusted that the job what legit, and the people I had talked to were steering me in the right direction.  Things could have gone so wrong, but they didn't.

I arrived in Anchorage at 3 a.m. (flights come and go really late/early there sometimes...I don't really know why).  I was by myself.  I was not an experienced traveler and one of my suitcases weighed over 50 pounds.

I was supposed to call the hotel to get a pick up.  I called, they said they were on their way, and I waited.  I remember watching ALL the people who were in the airport that late at night.  I love airports for people watching.

Thirty minutes later...still no airport shuttle.  I waited.  45 minutes passed, no sign of the shuttle.  I called the hotel again only to find out that the shuttle driver had come and gone because he couldn't find me.  Agh.  They were sending him again.

30 minutes later.  Still no shuttle.  I called again and they said he was waiting outside terminal one.  Oops, I was at terminal two.  I found the shuttle and was on my way to the hotel.  The next morning I was to meet a different shuttle, 5 blocks from the hotel, to take the long trip to Denali.  By myself, with lots of luggage, I strolled 5 blocks in the morning to catch the shuttle.  So many hippies and interesting people accompanied me on that trip.  But I made it safe.

Fast forward to the 3rd summer I spent in Alaska.  This time, I was to meet a plane in Juneau that would fly me 45 minutes to the middle of nowhere.  My flight from Seattle was late, so I made it to Juneau with 3 minutes to spare before the flight left.  I ran into the airport, and some guy said "you must be the one we are waiting for!" and I said, "Yes, my plane in Seattle was broken so we had to wait.  Sorry."  This guy, never taking my name, shuffled me and my luggage (much lighter this time, three times around you realize you don't need everything you think you need) to a 6 seater plane.  No problem, I have much experience with teeny planes.  I hop in the back of the plane, the pilot hops in, and I look at the other passengers.  All men.  Me and 5 men in a plane going to the middle of Alaska.  It doesn't hit me until we are in the air, that I don't even know if I am truly on the right plane! These men could be taking me anywhere and I have no way out.  I also realize that nobody ever checked my i.d. or my ticket...I don't even think I had a ticket.  Very strange.

Anyways...I make it to a dirt runway, we land, and I get off the plane to look around.  There is nothing around but trees and dirt.  The pilot mumbles something to me about heading "that way" towards the beach to meet a boat.  Well, "that way" was through thick trees following a teeny, tiny hint of a trail.  So, off I went.  Hoping that the bears or scary men would leave me alone, but figuring I can use my rolling luggage to beat either of the two off.  Finally I see the boat and again, two men, staring by the boat waiting for me.  The taller one grabs my luggage, the shorter one helps me into the boat.  Hmmph.  Not really the talkative type, or maybe serial killers just posing as boat drivers.  Who knows?  20 minutes later, we pull up to the dock of my home for the summer.  I get out of the boat, walk up the dock and am immediately handed a 'employee jacket' to wear.  I slip it on and come bursting out of the trees with my silent boat captains.  Suddenly, I notice there are about 20 people staring at me waiting for me to pose for the group picture.  Not many words or explanations.  So I sit down on a log and smile for the camera.


Those strange travels and adventures were always just the beginning of my Alaskan crazy life.  I loved it.  I still love thinking about the people I met, the adventures I had, the dangers I avoided or survived and the realization that wherever you go in life, there are bad people and good people.  Most the time you can figure it out on your own, but other times, you have to hope that someone else is watching out for you. All three summers in Alaska were the most amazing avenues to growth, independence, knowledge and standing for what I believe.  There were many scary or eye-opening experiences, but just as many wonderful and thought provoking ones.  I think that in my whole "pre-married, pre-kid' life, Alaska is what helped define me most as a person. 

And it led me to meet my sweet husband.

Who allowed me to meet my sweet baby.

And I hope someday, she will be able to grow and learn as her mommy did...but maybe without the moose chases or the grizzly bear adventures.  :)

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

A Shopping We Will Go

I don't usually blog about awesome deals that I find on the internet, but I just can't deny my friends money saving advice!

Since September 2010, I have had free two-day shipping on Amazon.  This by itself would be blog worthy.  I have ordered 22 times since September, which before that, I maybe ordered 2 or 3 items a year from Amazon.

The cool part is, I get free shipping just because I signed up for Amazon Moms.  Which is totally free and open to grandmas, moms, dads, uncles, grandpas, whatever.  AND every time you order "baby" worthy items, your free two day shipping gets extended.  Mine is currently extended until August.  

Of course I have ordered tons of non-baby related items (hello....ALL of Christmas I ordered online), but I get the best deals on diapers.  I ordered 368 diapers (2 packages of 184) for $50.  These are pampers diapers. AND they get delivered to my house for free.  I don't have to go to the store at all.  I have bought wipes, diapers, toys, etc.  For a busy mom, you just can't beat free diaper delivery!! 


I also got a double seat jogging stroller for $12.99 from ebay.  Where do I find these deals?

Freebies2deals.com  

Seriously, if you want to save any money, you should look there.  It is so easy to follow, I just put it on my reader and any updates come automatically to my computer.  Ah...so easy. 

I know many of you already know about it, because I see that you have "liked" freebies2deals on facebook.  But as a busy, working-full-time mom who can't go to the store unless I plan weeks in advance....diaper delivery is the way to go.

P.S.  Go to her blog and it explains the diaper buying process.  The price you see on Amazon is not the price you CAN get it for, but she does a much nicer job of explaining it then I would.

Adios.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Massage Day

Yesterday, at school, during lunch, I made a fool of myself.  But it really wasn't my fault. 

I had just entered the faculty lounge, tray full of food, greeting the 10 or so other teachers that were in there. 

I found a seat.  Sat down and WHAM....the chair top was broken and it flipped up, flipping me onto the ground as the rest of the seat flew backwards.  I landed on my butt/back/head/hands and it hurt.  But like any normal person, I jumped up as fast as I could and ensured the entire world that I was just fine. 

But I felt like that Shallow Hal show when the girl breaks the chair.  Even though I technically didn't break it, I just sat in an already broken chair.  But, still, sort of the same thing.

So I was very sore and very glad that I had a massage scheduled that night.  Which brings me to the subject of massages.  I love them, but I think they are sort of weird.

Naked, lying under sheets, hoping that the person massaging you isn't judging your stretch marks, blemishes, hairy legs, fat bulges, etc.  (Great picture huh? Seriously though...all those imperfections revealed to a stranger....)  Hoping that the person also has a sense of humor in case of any "wardrobe malfunctions" and also coming up with a plan to explain that I just had a baby 3 months ago...(yes, I was considering lying, in order to make me feel better about my jiggly spots.).  Also, do I help lift my leg when she lifts it up?  Do I relax and let her do all the work?  See....so many things to wonder.

At two different times, she whispered "relax" because apparently I was tensing up my arm and my leg at the wrong times.

I really love massages, but I need to find a person who does them, and ask all these questions.  The mint/rosemary aromatherapy was fantastic.  I felt very relaxed after and a little sore today.  I need to drink more water.   Anyways, I loved it.  She worked out my chair-mishap muscles.  She relaxed me enough that I actually drooled and almost fell asleep.  I slept like a baby.  Actually, better than a baby.  Babies don't really sleep that great.  I think that that statement "slept like a baby" is actually very wrong and misleading.  Kenlee does her best to sleep, but really, she is a light sleeper like me and Brent...(me and Brent is correct.  Don't judge.  It wouldn't be Brent and I, that would be wrong...FYI)

Anywhoo....Happy Presidents Day Weekend.  I hope you find stable chairs to sit on all weekend long.  

Monday, February 14, 2011

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Unknown

Today at school, I was looking over math worksheets and on one paper, where kids are supposed to write their names, instead of a name someone wrote "Unknown".

I was a little annoyed so I told the class of the situation.  I said "So as not to embarrass anyone, if you are the person who wrote unknown on your paper, sometime soon please fix it and that will be that."

I thought I knew which child was the culprit, but I was wrong.

About 30 minutes later, a girl came up to my desk and threw a folded note onto it.  I was helping another student, so I couldn't immediately read it.  A few minutes later, she came back up, grabbed the paper, and threw it on my computer then hurried away. 

I picked it up and it read "Dear Jodie, I am the one who put unknown on my paper and I am sorry."

I looked up to see her watching me.  I smiled at her and gave her the thumbs up, so she knew that everything was okay.

The rest of the day, she was very eager to help me with EVERYTHING, asking what she could do to help and asking if there was anything she could do for me.

I think we figured the situation out just fine. 

And Another overheard conversation:

D: Oh my goodness! I messed up.  Agh!
K: It's okay, nobody is perfect...well, except Jesus.
D: Jesus wasn't perfect, was he?
K: I don't know.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Ice Fishing

Ice Fishing HERE

Dear Dog Owners:

Ahem, I am sure those of you that own dogs are responsible dog owners.  I realize, that your dog, is part of your family.  I understand that you love your dog lots and lots and probably kind of feel like your dog is a child.  I get that.  I can respect that.

As long as you respect the fact that I do not feel the same way about your dog. 

Our neighbors have a yippy, yappy, rat-dog that barks all the time.  We have asked them to control said dog, we have written a letter to our HOA asking them to do something about it, and we have left notes when we couldn't speak with them face to face. 

Last night, their yappy yapper started barking at 2:30 a.m. waking all of us up, including Kenlee.  We got Kenlee back to sleep, but Brent and I are such light sleepers, there was no way we would be going back to bed.

What does one do in this situation?  Knock on their door at 2:30 a.m.?  Call the police? Bask in anger until 5:00 until the damn dog stops barking?  Yeah, we did the last one.  5:00 came around and the dog finally stopped.  But then guess who was up at 6:00, bright eyed and bushy tailed?  So we got about um...3 hours of sleep...maybe.

Brent went over this morning to talk to the neighbors, again, and they denied that it was their dog, again. They gave us their phone numbers to call next time it happens, and they weren't mad or anything.  They felt bad, but they also tried blaming it on someone else.  So...if they are speaking the truth...I need to do some detective work and find out who else has a yappy dog.

P.S.  I don't want to seem unkind or cruel, but we don't like dogs.  We respect that people love dogs, but we don't.  Responsible pet owners realize that not everyone thinks their dog is awesome, so don't be offended, or think we are animal haters.  If we had 30 acres of land, we would probably get a dog, because we wouldn't have to clean up fur all over our house, or tie it up in the backyard, and it would probably protect us because we would get a BIG dog.  (I think if I had all that land, I would get a Newfoundland dog...a kid in my class loves his, and it is BIG.  Maybe a lab.  I have always liked labs, but sometimes they stink.)

P.P.S.  One dog that we do like is my sister's dog Lady.  We like her because you never know she is around.  She doesn't shed, she is fixed, she never barks, and she stays away from all Kenlee's baby stuff.  She is an exception to this post. 

Thank You. 

Saturday, February 5, 2011

8 Month Photo Shoot

8 Month Photo Shoot HERE


P.S.  Amber G...I added your email twice, so hopefully you can read my other blog!!  :)  Also, I used the Aquaphor stuff and I LOVE IT.  My winter skin thanks you all so much.  :)

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Happy Wednesday

Happy Wednesday Here

T.V.

We watched normal tv on Monday night.  (Couldn't find anything on netflix, so we resorted to normal tv.)

First of all, I was offended. 

I am not what I would consider a prude.  But, the shows on Monday night were awful and only about sex or sexual innuendos, which weren't really innuendos, because they were more than just applied references to sex. 

How I met Your Mother is an awful show.  I have seen maybe 3 episodes, and every one of them was about sex.  Plus, that Doogie Howser guy is not funny.  The brown headed chick from I think American Pie is not funny either. She talks like she has a mouth full of food. 

Rules of Engagement I usually laugh at, but again, totally inappropriate.  I like the big guy who does the voice of the big guy on Emperors New Groove.  But this week, it was dirty, and I didn't laugh.

Doug and Molly (or whatever it is called), has the potential to be funny.  A teacher and cop fall in love.  BUT, this Monday, was again, all about sex.  Not funny. 

Even my old favorites are getting worse.  The Big Bang Theory, Modern Family and the Office.  Not really as funny as they once were, because they are getting dirtier and dirtier.  Yuck. 

I am sick of it. It's like the comedians who can only be funny if they are dirty.  That is the easiest type of 'humor'.  No creativity.  Just throw out a swear word or dirty story, and bam...you think you are funny. 

Bring back the good stuff!

On netflix, I have been watching Young Riders.  Remember that?  It came out in like 1989 and was about the Pony Express riders.  It is great to watch, because those cute boys (and the one girl pretending to be a boy) ALWAYS save the day.  Like when the barn started on fire, and The Kid's horse was in the barn, so they all had to run to the rescue to save the horse.  Or when Lou went to save her brother and sister from the mean stepdad and The Kid shot the evil step dad and then they found out Lou is a girl! 

Bring back the good stuff:  Growing Pains, Mr. Belvedere, Silver Spoons, Punky Brewster and even Cheers.  Smurfs maybe? My Little Pony? Gummy Bears.  Come on, I could go on forever about tv shows that are entertaining and aren't all about sex.

I am sick of dirty TV.  I will stick to the oldies. 

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

I Think I've Got It

While I was up late last night with knee pain and a crying baby, I had an epiphany.

I moved my entire blog to a different address.  So all my 440 posts from that one, are now archived into a new blog called "wardsofwisdom.blogspot.com"  I know, I know.  Creative.  The new blog is private, therefore, my old posts covering the last 5 years of my life, are now private and not subject to picture thieves in Russia. 

If you were on my list of readers when I went private the first time, your permissions were moved to the new blog: wardsofwisdom.blogspot.com (the private one). (FYI, this is all automatic and took me a matter of 5 minutes.  4.5 of those minutes were trying to decide what my archivedprivate blog should be called.)


This blog that you are reading will not be private.  But it will also not have anything in it that is too personal nor will it have too many pictures.  (I can't guarantee the picture part, but oh well.)

I will also put on this blog, when I update my other blog, so you can see those pictures and personal stories if you so desire.  (If you don't desire, no hurt feelings, I will just write my random posts on this blog and hope for the best.)


That was my epiphany. You don't have to do anything! Isn't that nice of me? :)  Just keep this blog on your google reader and when I update the other one, if it sounds interesting, click on that link.  Ta da!


If you stumble across this blog and want to be added to my private blog, so you can see my baby growing, and my family having fun, and LOTS of pictures, then leave a comment.  If I get a comment with your email I will delete it as soon as I get it so that the email thieves in Russia don't send you bad emails.


***I like Russia, I do, but they stole the picture from another blog that was then used on a billboard there.  Feel free to replace the word Russia with: Cuba, China, Mexico, England, Puerto Rico, Germany or any other country you choose.